tw 


OUR 


CATALOGUE FREE TO ANY ONE. 





AMES’ SERIES OF 

STANDARD AND MINOR DRAMA 
™ : NO. 160. 


OR, 

VICTORY 


LOVE’S 


WITH CAST OP CHARACTERS, ENTRANCES, AND EXITS, RELATIVE POSITIONS 
OP THE PERFORMERS ON THE STAGE, DESCRIPTION OF COS¬ 
TUMES, AND THE WHOLE OF THE STAGE BUSINESS, 

CAREFULLY MARKED FROM THE 
MOST APPROVED ACT¬ 
ING COPY. 


PRICE 15 CENTS 


CLYDE, OHIO: 

D. AMES, PUBLISHER 




o 

Xfu 


a? 

o 


. o 

>> s 
0.9 
v 3 

: -ti o. 


1 ^ o 

- WJ Vi 

L 2 "=> 


Ho’C’ 

f!3 l-j != 
N 03 

s» Hr. 

*-i S3 *Tj 

&C+0 

- - 03 

o I <r> 

i-S 1 o 

c+- a 
g< o 
0 4 co 
Tr< *i 
CO— I 

Q, —T< 

CO 3 -* 

h V ^ 
as --2 
p_. co 

m* 5* 

wg 3 

‘I 2 S 

I z^.^> 

O 
—f- £3 

ZHP* © 

— ^ 


• 2 

«X> H 


-<£ s> 

r/’ P 

~ ss 


ZTo >—< 

2 rt H 


ppS 

7. - ^ 


; X —. 

« -T 3 




Vi 

£> 


Ms 


rj 

r* 

C“ A © 

H* i_^ 

• _ to 


c © 


Vj 




r 

J 

— J •» M 

X % o 
3 D O 

I-2S 

<X> 

V3 £ 

£ 

t- 

20 ^ 

•» — y^i 

5 h C.Q 
H> O - 
a — 73 

a I 1 

*n : « 
ctf 0 ) £ 

sfii 

® J 

Bp r 

S».& 

^ -4-3 —' 

to I. 

« S«j 

- O 4> 


O P H 
7 _ “ 


© -r 2 . 

B 1 £- 

X A> — 
S-O 53 

X c^- ^ 

{J5 

L-i 

© 5 © 


2 I 2 

O c+ -+• 
X —*o 

7 - - 

s ^ 

ill 

t~= = 
a c / 

a X 

3 • 


2 ° 
^ o 

Q P 


Hints to Amateurs.— Now ready. A hook of useful and practical information 
for amateurs, in which all manner of questions portaininfr to stage work and effects 
are plainly answered. Price Jo cents. 












Ames’ Edition of Plays. 


NO. 

164 

166 

168 

169 

129 

132 

12 

30 

2 

75 
. 80 
136 

39 

124 
78 
15 
65 
.31 
21 
43 

123 

73 

20 

125 
100 

89 

8 

98 

113 

86 

14 

160 

22 

84 

145 

161 
49 
72 
19 
42 
60 
! 52 
143 
148 
173 

162 

27 

154 

13 

117 

76 


-o- 

FIFTEEN CENTS EACH UNLESS OTHERWISE MARKED. 

M. 

After Ten Years. 7 

A Texan Mother-in-Law 4 


A Regular Fix. . 5 

Aar-u-ag-oos . 2 

Actor and Servant . 2 

A Capital Match ... . 3 


Adrift. 6 

Alarmingly Suspicious ... 4 

A Legal Holiday . 5 

A Life’s Revenge. 7 

An Afflicted Family . 7 

An Awful Criminal. 3 

An Unhappy Pair.= 1 

An Unwelcome Return... 3 

A Pet of the Public. 4 

A Romantic Attachment.. 3 

Arrah de Baugh . 7 

A Thrilling Item. 3 

At Last . 7 

A Ticket of Leave. 3 

Auld Robin Gray 25c.13 

AuroraFloyd . 7 

Beauty of Lyons.11 

Better Half. 5 

Black Statue . 3 

Bill Detrick. 6 

Black vs White. 4 

Brigands of Calabria . 6 

Conn ; or, Love’s Victory 11 

Captain Smith . 3 

Cheek Will Win . 3 

Cuff’s Luck. 2 

Dora. 5 

Der Two Surprises. 1 

Deuce is in Him . 5 

Did I Dream it. .. . 4 

Domestic Felicity. 1 

Driven to the Wall. 10 

Driven from Home*. 7 

Emigrant’s Daughter. 8 

Eh? What Did You Say.. 3 

East Lynne . 7 

Fielding Manor. 9 

Fetter Lane to Gravesend.. 2 

Fun in a Post Office. 4 

Give Ale My Wife. 3 

Hal Hazard, 25c. 8 

IIow He Did It. 3 


F. 

NO. 


M. 

F. 

3 

24 

Hand v Andy. 

2 

0 

2 

66 

Hans, the Dutch J. P. 

3 

1 

3 

116 

Hash. 

4 

2 

4 

52 

Henry Granden. 

11 

8 

1 

141 

Hidden Treasures. 

4 

2 

0 

17 

Hints on Elocution.. 



2 

130 

Hints to Amateurs. 



5 

153 

Haunted House. 

2 

0 

2 

103 

How Sister Paxey got Her 


4 


Child Baptized. 

2 

1 

3 

50 

How She has Own Way... 

I 

3 

3 

140 

How lie Popped Quest’n.. 

l 

1 

5 

74 

How to Tame M-in-Law.. 

4 

2 

5 

35 

How Stout Y’r Getting ... 

5 

2 

3 

26 

Hunter of the Alps. 

9 

4 

1 

47 

In the Wrong Box. 

3 

0 

1 

O 

95 

In the Wrong Clothes. 

5 

3 

L 

Q 

77 

Joe’s Visit. 

2 

1 

5 

11 

John Smith. 

5 

3 

1 

99 

J umbo Jum ... 

4 

3 

1 

82 

Killing Time . 

1 

1 

2 

9 

Lady Audiov’s Secret. 

6 

4 

3 

3 

Lady of Lyons. 

12 

5 

3 

127 

Lick Skillet Wedding. 

2 

2 

2 

106 

Lodgings for Two . 

3 

0 

2 

104 

Lost. 

6 

2 

2 

158 

Mr. Hudson’s Tiger Hunt 

1 

1 

4 

1 63 

Ai iriams Crime . 

5 

2 

2 

46 

Man and Wife. 

12 

7 

1 

139 

Alatrimonral Bliss . 

T 

t 

1 

0 

0 

91 

Michael Erie. 

8 

3 

0 

0 

36 

Miller of Derwent W’tr... 

5 

2 

0 

88 

Mischievous Nigger . 

4 

2 

1 

34 

Alistletoe Bough . 

7 

3 

9 

69 

Afother’s Fool. 

6 

1 

1 

1 

Air. and Mrs. Pringle. 

7 

2 

1 

23 

Mv Heart’s in Ilighl’ds.. 

4 

3 

3 . 

32 

My Wile’s Relations . 

4 

4 

1 

128 

Musical Darkey . 

2 

0 

0 

•> 

149 

New A’ears in N. Y . 

7 

6 

4 

90 

No Cure, No Pay . 

3 

1 

3 

61 

Not as Deaf as lie-Seems 

2 

0 

1 

37 

Not So Bad After All . 

6 

5 

6 

44 

Obedience. 

1 

2 

6 

81 

Old Phil’s Birthday. 

5 

2 

0 

150 

Old Pompev . 

1 

1 

2 

33 

< >n the SI v. 

3 

2 


109 

O her People’s Children.. 

Q 

*) 

2 

3 

146 

Our Awlul Aunt. 

4 

4 

3 

126 

Our Daughters . 

8 

6 

2 

85 

Outcast’s Wife . 

12 

O 

O 


































































































I 


CONN 


OR,' 


LOVE'S VICTORY, 


A Drama of the Strikes 

-BY- 



L. S. POWELL AND J. C. FRANK. 


With the original Cast of Characters, Entrances and Exits, Relative 
positions of the performers on the stage, and the whole 
of the stage business carefully marked from 
the author’s original manuscript. 




Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1885, hy 
A. D. AMES, 

in the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, 


FEB 6 1886 ' 


v> 0 . i 

--CLYDE, OHIO>wg gj*ASHib 

A. D. AMES, PUBLISHER. 











CONI*; OK, LOVE’S VICTORY. 


o 


75 k 3 r 
7 J ! £ I 4 - 


DRAMATIS PERSONNEL 


Conn Pfolliet,. 

James Meiklam, .., 
Mickey Flannigan, 

LingFoo,. 

Jim Brady,...._ 

Tom Burke, ) 
Curly O’Brien, [- 
Dick Mulligan, ) 

Jacky Doolan,_ 

Fasnaght,.. 

Judge Wiseman,.. 


... The pet o'the gang 

. A mining boss 

. Conn's bosom f riend 
A Chinese laundryman 
.. A striker 

. Miners 

. Jim's best man 

. A barkeeper 

. On the bench 


Mrs. Meiklam,. 

Lola Meiklam,.. 

Annie Wintlirop,. 

Loafers , Strikers > Policemen , etc. 


Meiklam's wife 
. His daughter 
. Lola's friend 


o 


COSTUMES—MODERN. 



TIME OF PERFORMANCE—TWO HOURS. 






















* 


: Conn; or, Love’s Victory. 

. . (/ - 0 - 

ACT I. 

SCENE I.—Night in a mining toion. Stage- represents the intersection of 

two streets. A set tavern iri street corner at back, r. c. Sign over practical 
, doorway, ‘‘‘Traveler’s Rest.” Dim light seen through window , r. -c. Noise 

of drunken revelry within as curtain rises . 

Enter Brady and Burke frO.m tavern, followed by O'Brien. 

Brady. I will be revenged on ould Meiktam, come what may. Isn’t it 
enough that he’s taken the bit o’ property I had away from me , but that 
he must discharge me, now when my wife and children are in want, an’ 
the winter coinin’ on fasht. Begorry, it makes my blood boil in my veins 
when I think of the rich ould devil, Wid his foine airs an’ the style he an’ 
his family puts on, whilst we, poor devils that we are, must toil at starva¬ 
tion rates to keep soul an’ body together, an’ failin’ to plaise him intirelv 
suffer a discharge. Oh! it’s gone far enough! it’s gone far enough, that it 
has. 

Burke. Don’t take it so to heart, man. Shure it’s us you can depend 
on. We’re down on the ould cuss too; an’ I know there be lots o’ the boys 
are only waiting a good chance to pay him off. Ain’t it so, Curly? 

' O'Brien. Right ve are there, Tommy. Bad cess to his ugly ould pic- 
tur’! It’s many a time I had raison to grit me teeth at him. Faith, noth¬ 
in’ could plaize me better than a chance to cut his dirty throat. , 

•Bra. If we could only stand a strike* an’ stir the gang up, we might 
make lively times fer him, an’ maybe find a chance to sind the ould divil 
to dirt. 

Bur. Faith, ( Man, we niver could do that, it would clane ruin us all. 

Bra. At any rate-something’s got to be done, and I’m one that’s in for 
doin’ it. He’s gone t,o the length of his tether wid me, an’ there’s nothin' 
left but—revenge ! 

Bur. Well, well, let’s kape our eyes skinned an’ our ears wide open. 
You know there’s no vartue so beneficial to a man as bein’ wide awake. 
Let’s he-ir what's to be heard, an’ see what’s goin’ on; an’ perhaps the 
divil may throw something favorable in our way. 

O'Br. You may well say that. There’s that young divil, Conn Pfoll’iet 
h-sUr.e he’s clane struck on the ould man’s daughter. Of course the gurrei 
is purty as a pictur’, an ; has got a heap o’ money to boot; so one can’t 




4 CONN; OB, LOVE'S VICTORY. 

blame the boy fur tryin’ to hitch up wid her—but if the ould man was tc 
hear of her carryin’s on wid Conn, wouldn’t'he rave? It’s worth tryin ! 
boys ; an’ Doolan’s the chap to put on the job. 

Bra. What do you mane? ' 

O’Br. Why, set Doolan to watch Conn, an’ git the hang of his carryin’s 
on wid the gurrel ; then post the ould man, an’ tell him a little more about 
it than we know ourselves. Howly saints! what a dale of a racket would 
he make, whin the ould sinner found it out! Don’t you think so? 

Bur. You’re right there. Curly. 

Bra. Faith, I niver thought of that. You’re solid. Curly, it’s a good 
plan, as we may be able to enlist the youngster against ould Meiklam, an’ 
at the same time fetch down the ould cuss on Conn. I owe him a grudge, 
I would like to wipe out. 

Bur. A grudge is it? I’m wid you there. Faith, it makes me hair stand 
on end wid rage, to see him struttin’ along wid his head high in the air, 
an’ niver lookin’ at us poor divils, that must toil like tigers from morning 
till night. Begorra! does the young rascal think that he’s betther’n us, be¬ 
cause he’s ould Meiklarn’s book-keeper, an’ is solid wid his daughter? 

O’Br. Niver l'ear, Tommy, we’ll tach him not to put on hi3 i'oine man¬ 
ners in these diggins—won’t we, Jimmy? 

Bra. You’re right we will ; but how about Doolan? 

O’Br. He’s just cunnin’ enough fur anything ; lave that to me. I’ll see 
Jacky, an’ set him on. 

Bur. Here he comes now, sure enough. 

Enter Doolan, h. 

O’Br. Talk o’ the divil,an’ he’s sure to put in his ugly ould mug. Awah ! 
Jacky, you’re just the chap we’re lookin’ after. 

Dool. An’it’s lookin’fur me you are ? Well, here I am, but what’s the 
racket? 

O’Br. Oh, be aisy awhile ! It’s only a little job we’re after fixin’ up fur 
ould Meiklam. 

Dool. Ould Meiklam ! faith. I’m the chap for you. I’d rather cut his 
throat than ate a good dinner. 

Bra. You’re a trump, boy. But we mustn’t be talkin’ so loud, or else 
some a3 moight he listenin’ would be after spilin’ the game. Come, let’s 
go inside an’ take a drink. I’ll stand treat; what’ll you take boys? 

Dool. I’ll take beer. 

Bur. Och ! you bathen ! what a stomach you must have; sure, I prefer 
whiskey any time to beer. 

O’Br. You’re right. Tommy, there’s nothin' loike the ginuine ould Rye. 

Bra. Well, well, we mustn’t stand talkin’ here all noight. I think we 
can find a match fur ould Meiklam yet—we’ll kape this between us ; so 
mind your eyes, and if I’m not revenged on the ould inop, my name’s not 
Jim Brady. Come, boys I’ll set ’em up. 

(Exeunt omnes into tavern — Scene closes. 


SCENE II.—A street in 1st. grooves. Night . 

Enter Conn and Flanningan, i». 

Flan. I say, Conn, it’s moighty cruel ye are. 

Conn. Why, Mickey, what’s up now? 

Flan. Well, it’s enough I should say. Here you’ve gone an’ fell clan® 
head over heels in love wid the purtiest gurrel in seven counties. 

Conn. Do you call that cruel ? 

Flan. Cruel ? I should say it was. But the worst of it all is, the gurrel 
is just as much in love wid you, as you are wid her. 


CONN] OR, LOVE'S VIC TORT. 


Conn. How do you know that? 

Flan. How do I know it? why, haven’t I two eves in my head? an* 
don’t I know the raaneing of them soft, meltin’ glances which she casts at 
you ? Bedad! it’s a clear case of love all over. 

Conn. You’re not sorry, are you ? 

Flan. Sorry? niver a bit; I’m glad of it. Faith, if there’s a man in all 
these diggins who desarves a party gurrel fur a wife, loilce Lola Meiklam, 
fur instance, that man is jVI isther Conn Pfolliet. And what’s more, I’m 
willin’ to stand up fur ye, mind that. 

Conn, {grasping his hand) You are, indeed, a good kind friend. (Jacky 
Doolan appears l., he stands back unobserved) I may need your help. I 
do believe that Lola loves me, and in confidence I tell you that she has 
promised to be my wife. But I have her father’s consent to gain yet, and 
when it comes to that, it will be hard work I'm thinking. 

Tool, (aside) That’s what I think. 

Flan. Begorra! ye don’t mane to say that the ould man would object to 
your marry in’ his daughter? Faith I should think he’d be moighty glad 
to have you fur his son-in-law. 

Conn. But you see, Mickey, he is very wealthy while I am poor. 

Flan. Poor? ain’t you his book-kaper? ain’t you giftin’ a big salary? 
an’ can’t you support a wife ? 

Conn. That may be all true enough. Still, there is a great difference in 
our rank ; but if you will stick by me, I think we will be successful. Lola 
will remain true, I know. 

Fool, (aside) We’ll see about that. 

Flan. You can depend on me. Come let’s go down to the house now. 

(Exeunt, R. 

Fool, (advancing toioards c.) Ye-es, Misther Conn Pfolliet, you’ll have 
hard work. Ye ain’t got her yet, and what’s more ye won’t git hernaither. 

Enter Meiklam, L. 

Meik. Ain’t got -who? What are you talking about, Jacky Doolan ? 

Fool, (aside) Murder! it’s the ould divil himself—now to blow on Conn 
(aloud) Oh, it’s nothin’ at all, sur ; only I just now heerd, Misther Conn 
Pfolliet, sayin’ to Misther Flannigan that he was goin’ to marry your 
daughter; an’ I was sayin’ I didn’t belaive it—that’s all. 

Meik. What! Conn Pfolliet marry my daughter? Fool! let me hear 
no more such talk from you, or I will make you smart. Do you understand ? 

Fool. ^ e-es— ( "Exit r«. 

Meik. What is this talk all about, I should like to know? This is the second 
time this scandal has come to my ears. By heavens! I’ll put a stop to it. 

(Exit e. 


Re-enter Foolan, l. - 

Fool. Didn’t the ould divil show his teeth when I tould him about 
Conn? Begorra! we’ll fix him niver fear. I’ll go and tell the boys now. 

Goes b. Enter Ling Foo with a basket of clothes on his head, r .—they run 
against each other, clothes are scattered about the stage. 

Fool. Git out o’ this you hay then Chinee. (strikes at Ling Foo, who 
picks up a flat-iron and goes foi Foolan, and chases him out R.) 

Ling. Melican man dlarnee foolee, me showee him. (picksup clothes 
and exit l.) 


V 


CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 


SCENE III. — Meiklam's parlor. A room luxuriously furnished and richly 
decorated, indicating great wealth. Communicating with it, c., at back a 
spacious conservatory, ornamented with statuary and filled with exotics. 
Doors k. and i.., range of French windows, R., commanding view of grounds 
and distant mountains; fire-place, l., between doors. Mr. and Mrs. Meiklam 
discovered in conversation. Lola seated on sofa r., Weeping. 

Meik. It is useless to argue that point any further. I insist on being 
the best judge in selecting our daughter’s companions and associates, and 
I cannot allow her so utterly to humiliate herself, and disgrace us as to ac¬ 
cept attentions from my book-keepers. It is my will—and I atn in the 
habit of being obeyed—that she discountenance any further overtures on 
his part. You understand me, Lola? 

Lola, (in desptiir) Yes, father. 

Mrs M. You should not be so harsh or hasty with her, James. Re¬ 
member our own early years, when life seemed but opening to us ; remem¬ 
ber how poor Were, and how M)e had to struggle; remember she i 3 our 
only child for whose happiness we have spared no effurta, and have made 
so many sacrifices. 

Meik. Do not taunt me with that, my dear—I do remember our early 
years; and I remember them with pride. How I toiled and tugged and 
struggled in those days 1 and all for your and her sake. It was for the sake 
of those I love, that I erected this magnificent edifice whose beauty and 
splendor are equaled by none in the state. Long years I labored to make 
the name of Meiklam an honor and a power in the country—and now when 
I have accomplished all this, and have surrounded her ( pointing to Lola) 
with every luxury and pleasure that wealth can purchase, she, ungrateful 
creature, wrecks our happiness without remorse, disgraces us and dishonors 
herself, by throwing herself away on a low coal digger. 

Lola. 0 father! you know that is not true. 

Meik. Silence girl I dare you speak thus to me, your father? 

Lola. Oh, forgive me, father; but be fair, I beseech you, to Conn. He 
is none of those low persons; he is not a miner; he is your book-keeper. 

Meik. True, but only by my bounty and munificence. I assure you, 
however, that if you do not both conduct yourselves better in the future 
than you have in the past, he will sood be back again in the mines. 

Lola. 0, father! do not- 

Meik. Daughter, it grieves me much to hear you thus defending this 
unworthy person. ^ Your confessions ought to bring the blush to the cheeks 
of every sensible girl. Already is your intimacy with this Conn Pfolliet 
known throughout the whole town—It is made the theme of ridicule by 
every man in my employ. No, no, it shall not be; rather than see this 
ecandal continued- 

Mrs M. James, James, you must not speak thus. Be patient, and bear 
with her kindly. It is tr^e, the young man is poor, and lacks the advan¬ 
tages which wealth and polite society can bestow, still he may possess an 
honest heart and integrity of purpose which are more to be admired than 
wealth and it’s adjuncts. 

' Meik. Indeed, my dear, were all you say applicable to this Conn Pfolliet, 
then the case, I admit might be different. But I am well acquainted with 
such characters as he, and 1 never yet have found one who really ought to 
be trusted, much less received on terms of our equality. Let him prove 

himself worthy of our daughter’s love- 

Lola. Dear father, give him a fair chance and I know he will show him¬ 
self worthy of me, even in your eyes. 

Meik. He has all the chance he needs. The world is wide; the road to 
fame is open to him. Let him win wealth and social standing, and I am 
free to say, I shall no longer object to his attentions—but until then I can? 
not allow my present decision to be changed. So, my daughter, do not let 





CONN) OB, LOVE’S VIC TORT. £ 

me find you again in this fellow's company ; or much as I nave your happi¬ 
ness at heart, I shall deal harshly with you, and punish him as his pre¬ 
sumption richly deserves. Do you hear me? 

Lola, {still sobbing) Yes, father. 

Meik. I shall go down to the office now. {Exit r. 

Mrs M. Do not despair, my dear Lola ; your father will doubtless relent 
in time, and recall his hasty words. In the mean time, you should endeavor 
to appease his ariger as much as possible. Nothing is to be gained by a dis¬ 
play of ill temper; you should rather appear resigned and obedient to his 
will in this matter. 

Lola. 0, mother, I cannot be obedient. 

Mrs M. But, my daughter, it is your duty. 

Lola. I know; but I have promised Conn, that I will be ever true to him, 
and that promise I cannot break. 

Mrs M. Has it indeed, gone as far as that? 

Lola. Yes, mother; and it is hard and cruel to sever an accquaintance 
which since it was formed, has led to no unwise act, no unseemly conduct ; 
but on the contrary, has been the source of much happiness,to us both. 
Conn is an honest, truthful and noble minded young man, which father 
could not fail to discover, were he not so prejudiced against him. 

Mrs M. You speak truly, Lola, and I think your seutiments are fully 
justified ; still you have acted very wrong in accepting ’ him in this clan¬ 
destine manner. You must in a great measure, be guided by your lather’s 
counsel—but let the matter rest for th.e present, and we will see what 
can be done for you later on. I will now leave you until I have given the 
orders for dinner. ' {Exit L. 

Lola. Oh, cruel, cruel fate! It was only last night that I dreamed of 
this black cloud which has come between Conn and me. I dreamed that 
father knew nil, and was angry—how real and terrible has been the awak¬ 
ening! Oh, Conn, Conn,—my first and only love! must I lose you? must 
I give you up ? must I tamely submit to the wishes of a cruel parent ? No, 
ho, I will not, he can not force me ; let him try, and he will find I am not 
the timid girl he takes me for. But what am I saying? Father was angry 
and excited, and doubtless did not mean all he said. 

• v . 

Enter Annie, l. 

Lola. Oh, Annie, how glad I am to see you. 

Annie, {seeing Lola’s distress) Lola, dear Lola, what have you been do¬ 
ing to yourself? You look so pale—and you’ve been weeping! What has 
happened.? Tell me, dearest. > 

Lola. Alas! I scarcely know myself what has happened. It come so 
suddenly. 

Annie. Dearest Lola, can you not confide in me? am I not your friend ? 
Pray tell me your thoughts and you will find me the truest friend you ever 
"had. 

Lola. Oh, Annie, it nearly crushed my heart. 

Annie. But I do not understand you—what has crushed your heart? 
Has anything happened to Conn? 

Lola. Yes, father knows all, and has forbid my even seeing him again. 

Annie. Surely, not so bad as that? What reason does he have for object¬ 
ing to him ? 

Lola. Ah ! I know not, bur, it is only too true, only too true. Oh, Conn, 
Conn ! I love you dearly, and I care not who knows it. 

Annie. Dearest Lola, do not weep, I am deeply sorry for you, and will 
ever remain a true friend, willing and ready to help you. Come now, 
cheer up {kissesMr), be of strong courage and all will end well. Your 
father will surely relent. 

• Lola. Ah! Annie, you do not know him. He was very angry, and 
when his passions are once aroused, no one can foretell the consequences. 


8 


CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 


Enter Mrs. Meiklam unobserved, l. 


Lola. Oh, kindest and best of friends, what can I do? Shall I submit 
to this cruel fate ? shall I cast him off, and crush my soul? shall I suffer 
my heart to bleed to death ? 

Mrs M. {coming forward) No, no, my daughter, it need not be—it shall 
not be. Yours, will indeed be a severe trial; but I have great influence 
over your father, as you know; and God will help us. Believe me and be 
patient; all will yet be well, and it will be “ Love’s Victory.” 

Lola. Bless you, good, kind mother; bless you iny dearest friend {to 
Annie ) It is hard in tbis sad and woeful voyage of life’s boat down the 
stream of time to be denied the joys of a sweet refreshing love ; yet for the 
sake of the dear friends who have come to my support, and for the sake of 
him I love above all others, I will try to be patient until the hideous clouds 
which darken the present shall have vanished, and the halcyon days of 
unconcealed love have dawned. 


l. Mrs. M. c. Lola , a. Annie. Scene changes to 


SCENE IV.—A street in 1st. grooves. 
Enter Brady, Burke and O'Brian, h. 


Bra. Have ye heard the news, byes ? 



No, what is it ? 


Bra. Can’t ye guess? 

Bur. Faith, I can’t. 

0 ’Br. Howly saints, man ! don’t kape one dyin’ out o’ curiosity. 

Bra. Well, be aisy—it’s not much; Doolan blowed on Conn, to ould 
Meiklam. 

O’Br. D’ye hear that, Tommy ? I say, how did the ould cuss take it 
anyhow ? 

Bra. Well, you had better belaive he got hot all over, an’ swore he’d 
put a stop to Conn’s carryin’s on wid the gurrel. 

O’Br. Hey I Tommy, how’s that? 

Bur. There’ll be a beautiful time, I should say. 

Bra. You’re right. But the best of all is, the boys have showed their 
colors over at Heckman’s. 

O’Br. Did they have a stroike? 

Bra. Well now, you had betther belaive they did. 

O’Br. That’s the ticket, ain’t it Tommy? 

Bur. Yes, but I’m afraid it’s a bad move. 

Bra. I'm not so sure about that—if the boys will only stick together, I 
think they can make the bosses come to terms. But I say, let’s git out o’ 
this; here comes Conn Pfolliet, an’ Flannigan, we don’t want them to see 
us. {Exeunt, r. 


Enter Conn and Flannigan, L. 


Conn. Of course it’s wrong to press the boys so hard, and cut down their 
wages to almost nothing; but I tell you these strikes are all foolishness, and 
I hope you won’t join, if our boys strike as they did over at Heckman’s. 
It is impossible for these poor men who need every dollar they can earn 
for the support of their families, to make anything like a stand against the 
bosses who have millions of dollars at their disposal. 

Flan. I guess you’re right—at least I think you are. But come, let’s, 
go; it’s time I was gittin’ to work. {Exeunt both, r. Scene changes to 


CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 


9 


SCENE V. — Meiklam's grounds by moonlight—stage is covered ivith green 
sward , sloping to river at back which flows from l., to r. Trees and shrubs 
R., and L., in front; beautiful fountain ornamented with rocks and aquatic 
plants, c. On flat, at base of mountain range, the town with it's lights 
twinklin i in the distance. Lola discovered seated on rustic bench in reverie. 
Soft music as curtain rises. 

Lola. How slowly do the minutes drag along! (to be spoken in adreamy 
tone) How sad has life grown—even within the last few hours. Will it ever 
be different? (Pause) Beautifully do the lights of the city twinkle; 
proudly do the stars peep out from the clear sky ; softly does the moon 
spread her pale light about me ; joyfully do the waters of the river flow by 
me ; yet with all this I am sad—sad. My soul constantly yearns for that 
true heart which I must now cast aside—perhaps forever. Heaven knows 
how little we deserve the separation! Heaven help us both to endure it! 
(Pause) It was a night like this, a week ago, when we last met here. 
How differently did my heart beatthen ! (Pause) Hark! whatsound is that? 
(aoes to river's edge and listens) ’Tis the splash of his oar, I hear his boat 
gliding swiftly over the water—but does he know what has happened? Is 
his heart as sad as mine? Has father’s anger reached 'him also? Ah! 
here he is. (Conn rows upon stage l ,—he leaves boat and comes down to meet 
Lola. An affectionate greeting) 

Conn. At last I am hem, my darling. Have I kept you waiting long? 
Lola. No, not long—only a few minutes ; yet in your absence those min¬ 
utes seemed hours. 

Conn. (Conn when excited should speak with a slight Irish accent) And 
in your presence, the minutes roll so quickly by, that were an evening as 
long as a whole day, it would yet be much too short a time for our meet¬ 
ing. As I came down the river this evening the stars looked so beautiful 
in the skies, the night was so delightful, and my boat shot along so swiftly 
that my heart was filled with joy. But after all my soul was not light, for 
I feared that I might not see you here. Do you know, darling, that I con¬ 
stantly have such fears? Yes, ever since that blissful evening when seat¬ 
ed together beside the sparkling waters of this beautiful fountain you prom¬ 
ised to be mine, have they been upon me ; I know it is. foolish and weak in 
rite thus to doubt, but I cannot help it. It seems so strange that a sweet 
creature like you, should love one so pookas me; and though I have the 
rindoubted assurances of your love, yet I have never been able to repress 
the fear that something would come between us and our love. But, Lola, 
darling, why has that sad look come over your face? What makes your 
cheeks so pale? Did my words frighten you? 

Lola. 6, Conn ! father knows all. 

Conn. Ah ! then my fears have turned true. And has he forbid you 
seeing me any more? and has he scolded and frowned until your heart was 
aching with pain? Bad luck to me that I should be the cause of all this. 
Ah! well; there dear, let’s cheer up, and not let the shadow of a care dark¬ 
en the sunshine of our meeting. Do you know that I feel just like a sing¬ 
ing bird when you are near?—that could sing only from pure joy in the 
presence of your bright eyes and sweet smiles? 

Lola. And it makes m’y heart gay to see you, and hear you talk; but 
vou don’t know how sadly I have felt since I last saw you. Father has 
expressly forbid me seeing you any more; and has threatened to punish 
vou should it become known to him that we meet again—I tremble with 
dread lest he should discover us together. 

Conn. Now don’t go worrying yourself in that way ; sure he was only 
trying to frighten you. As to punishing me, your father may be able to do 
that, though I doubt if he will soon get the chance. It’s an open load, and 
a fair race when it comes to that. 

T Lola. But Conn, you must becareful not to incur my father’s anger any 
further. I have disobeyed him to-night in meeting you here j but it was 


10 


CONN ; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 


to warn you, and say “good bye” for a while—until my father’s anger has 
subsided. Should he know that I am here with you now, I fear the con¬ 
sequences. You may be discharged or otherwise put to much trouble. It 
is better we do not see each other, for a while at least. 

Comi. Oh, no, Lola! you surely cannot mean that ? 

Lola. Yes, Conn, it must be ; I can see no other way. 

Conn. It is hard, indeed ; I cannot bear the thought of such a thing. 

Lola. The separation will be for a short time only, I trust. 

Conn. But what harm can there be in our meeting? 

Lola. It is for my sake, as well as yours, Conn ; and though it will bo 
very hard for both of us, yet I think it is all for the best. Mamma has ad¬ 
vised me to do this, and she will do all she can to change my father’s will 
towards us. 

Conn. Your mother—God bless her—is a dear good woman. Well, well, 
be it as you say. Sure I would do anything to make you happy—anything 
to please you. But how lonesome it will be, if I cannot see you ! How long 
the time will seem ! 1 shall count the days and hours until I look upoii 

your sweet face again. 

Lola. We shall be all the happier for having waited so long when we do 
meet again. Until then, my thoughts shall be only of you ; and wherever ; 
you are be assured of my undying love. No matter what fortune overtakes 
us, “weal or woe,” I shall ever be your own true Lola. So for my sake. 
Conn, always try to act justly, and trust in God’s willingness to help us. 

Conn. Bless you, darling, for those cheering words. ( takes her in his 
arms) I will always remember them, and will work with increased zeal to 
become worthy of you. 1 will ever look forward with rapture to the day 
when I may call you mine. 

Lola. We must part now, Conn, for father will miss me from the house, 
and how dreadful, if he should see us here. 

Meik. ( outside ) Lola! Lola! 

Lola. Hark! that's him calling now. Quick! be off; he's coming this 
way. 

Meik. (still outside) Lola, do you hear me ? 

Lola. Yes, father, I’m coming. Quick, Conn ; or he will see us. 

(Urges him off. 

Conn. If it is your wish, I will go. Good bye ; and may our next meet¬ 
ing be ere long. (he kisses her, and jumps into boat and rows l. 

Conn, (qoing) Good bye, good bye. ( Lola beckons Mm off, and looks anx¬ 
iously after him as he rows L. 

Lola. He’s safe; thank God! 

Enter Meiklam, r. 

Meik. Why, is it that I find you here alone at this time of night? an¬ 
swer me quick, young lady. 

Lola. O, father, do not be angry. 

Meik. And who have you here with you? 

Lola. No one is here. 

Meik. Some one has been here; you cannot deceive me. *Twas not that 
young rascal Pfolliet again? 

Lola, (faintly) Yes. 

Meik. What! after my expressly forbidding you to see him again? 
Hence home ; or I shall punish you as your disgraceful conduct deserves. 

Re-enter Conn, l. He leaves boat and comes down front — Lola screams on 

seeing him. 

Conn. Say nothing against her Mr, Meiklam ; she is innocent, it was 
my fault entirely. 


11 


CONN ; OR, LOVE’S VIC TORT. 

Meik. (turning upon Conn) Conn Pfolliet! are you not content with 
making a dupe of my daughter? Dare you also face me, your employer, 
with your unbridled audacity ? Take that. 

Meiklam strikes at Conn icith his cane—the latter partlyevades the blow , Meik- 
lam strikes again and again. Lola screat7is ‘ father, father /”— Confusion 
—Jacky Doolan appears r,. u. k. Lola faints and is supported by Conn. 
Meiklam stands prepared to strike again. Tableau. 

CURTAIN. 


ACT II. 

SCENE 1. — “Traveler's Rest”—the bar-room. Brady, Burke, and O’Brien 

seated by a table R. Dick and another lounger by a table i.., playing cards — 

other loungers r. and l .—Fasnaght behind the bar reading a paper. 

Bra. Did you hear how the strike was goin’ on over at Heckman’s, 
Dick ? 

Dick . (throwing down a carnl) That I have. As I was cornin’ down here 

this mornin’, I fell in wid ould Mowbray who had just arrived from Heck¬ 
man’s. He tould me that the men all struck butseven, an’ they were com¬ 
pelled to join the stroike by the rest. 

Bra . Was there much of a row about it? 

Dick. ( throwing down another ca?'d) Well, now, you’d better belaive there 
was. Some o’ thie boys got purty full, an’ made things moighty lively fur 
a time. Faith, it must have been a reg’lar ould Oirish jollification meeting. 
D’ye think we’ll be called on to join the movement? 

Bra. Well, yes, I wouldn’t be surprised a bit. In fact, I had a “line” 
from O’Neil yesterday sayin’ he was cornin’ down to see the boys. I ex¬ 
pect we’re in for it too; at least I hope we are. Perhaps we can make ould 
Meiklam swaller some of his sentiments as he calls them, an’ give us poor 
divils a chance. 

Bur. I’m afraid it will be a bad move fur some of us; but I’m in fur it 
anyhow. Maybe we can make such a stand as will make some o’ the bosses 
resume at bet.ther rates. It’s divilish unfair as it is now—of the whole loaf 
we git but the crust, an’ moighty thin crust it is too; divilish unfair, that 
it is. 

Bra. Unfair is it? I should say it was; it’s hellish mean ! it’s thievin’! 
worse’n horse stealin’ l out and out robbery ! an’ the law protects it! That’s 
the worst of it. 

O’Br. Begorra! you’re right then. It’s the blackest piece of bare faced 
cussedness I iver seen. 

Dick. How many of the boys do you think will stroike if the orders come? 

Bra. Indade, I can’t tell that; but I think enough to make it bindin’ on 
the rest to fall in too, as you say they did over at Heckman’s. There’ll be 
a bunch of us don’t you forgit as will make ould Meiklam’s hair curl. 

Bur. D’ye really think we can stand a stroike? 

Bra. We’ll try it divilish hard at any rate. 

Enter, Doolan, l. 

Era. Ilillo! Jacky, where the deuce did you drop down from, you vaga¬ 
bond? * 

DooL Howly saints ! I didn’t drop at all—at all; but, Conn Pfolliet came 
blamed near it, I tell you. Och ! ’tvvas mashunso’ fun to see the ould man 
whack him over the head wid his cane, an’ to hear the gurrel screach! 
jBedad! I felt loike dancin’ a jig to the tuae o’ Battlebones, Fuine time; 
ye*es sur, I guess it was. 


n CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 

Bra. Conn Pfolliet!—Foine time ! Ould man! Gurrel! What do ye 
mane, you hay then? 

Loot. Och ! sure, wasn’t I just tellin’yez ? Last noight whin I was goin’ 
home, about half o’ nine—[ was tailin’ home some tobaccy fur me mother— 

I went by the Presty-perian church. Just afther- 

j Bra. No matter about that ; tell us what you mane. 

Loot. Ye-es, sur. I walked down along the river—it’s better walkin’ ye 
know- 

Bra. To the divil wid the river an’ the walkin’. If you’ve got anything 
to say, spit it out. 

Dool. To be sure. Well, whin I got down to Tim Murphy’s, I heard a 
thunderin’ of a racket, loike as if some one was goin’ on mad as a steer. I 
stepped round the corner, an’ there I see’d ould Meiklam over in the 
orchard a smotherin’ his cane out over Conn’s head, an’ the gurrel was 
standin’close by a screecbin’ loike a steam whissel. Theould man made 
Conn clear out, and then went into the house swearin’ loike mad. I was 
goin’ to tell you early this mornin’, but I didn’t see’d ye. 

Bra. Do you mind that boys ? So my foine haired laddy buck has got 
the ould man down on him—sarves him right fur his foine airs—refused to 
.drink wid me—said he swore off—didn’t belaive there was any good in 
makin’ a fool of himself—gettin’ drunk an’ so on. Faith, I guess he’ll come 
to his stuses presently. 

Enter Flannigan l. lie nods to Dick, and leans vp against bar near window. 
O'Brien motions to Brady—they call for drinks and sit down by table with 
Doolan and Burke. 

r 

Dick, (jumping up) Euchered ! by the power’s of mud ! 

1st. Lounger. Begorra ! that’s truth. Come byes, I’ll stand treat on that. 

(All but Brady, Burke , O'Brien and Doolan, go to bar and drink. 

Bra. (aside) Did ye manage it, Jackv? 

Dool. .(aside) Ye-es, an’ no trouble. Conn came down to Murphy’s to 
git his things together to go away. Y r ou know he got sacked. 

Bur. Is that truth ? 

Dool. Y r e-es ; and while he was up in the room, I went fur his shoes an’ 
pulled off the buckle, an’took one of his handkerchiefs. He’ll think he’s 
lost, them. (gives Brady buckle and handkerchief. 

Bra . l T ou’re a eunnin’ divil, you are. 

Dool. Y T e-es—but what do you want of them, Jim ? 

Bra. IIould your tongue, you imp! What’s that to you? Kape still, or 
I’ll break ivery bone in your back. Where’s the knile? Y’ou said you 
could git that too. > 

Dool. Here it is'; begorra ! he don’t know it’s gone. I’ll bet. He was in 
such a hurry. 

Bur. Hould your tongue, an’ don’t talk so loud. 

Bra. Howly saints ! man, you’ll set the whole town watchin’ us wid your 
silly chatterin’. 

Flan, (at bar) Yes, Dick, Conn’s drawn his stakes an’ is goin’ to pull 
out to-morrow. 

Dick. But why is he lavin’? 

Flan. Well, to tell the truth, he was discharged. 
e Dick. Discharged? by ould Meiklam ? 

Flan. Yes. . 

Dick. Howly saints! I’ll bet I know what for. Was it somethin’ about 

the gurrel ? 

Flan. (Nods affirmatively.) 

Dick. Well, realy, I’m sorry fur Conn. He’s a moighty foine sort of fi, 
chap, he are. 




COOT; OR, LOVE'S VIC TORT. 


13 


Flan. He are that; he’s a bully good boy, sure. Lets have somethin’ to 
drink, Dick. {they call for drinks. 

Flan. Meiklam come home ta-night I guess. 

Dick. Yes, so I heard. Wonder what he wanted over at Heckman’s. 
Guess the ould man don’t loike the looks o’ things. {they drink. 

Bra. {aside to Burke and O’Brien) What’s that? Dye hear ? Ould Meik- 
jam’s coinin’ home to-night. 

Bra. Aud Conn’s goin’ away to-morrow. 

Bur. Somethin’ stroikes me, boys. Jacky, you go down to Murphy’s an’ 
see if Conn’s about. 

Dool. Ye-es. {exit by c. door. 

Flannigan and loungers also go out, c. Bar-keeper reads paper—Dick sits l. 

and pretends to go to sleep. 

Bra. Now, boys, I have it; the ould man’s cornin’ home to-night 
young Pfolliet has got his walkin’ papers; an’ 1 suppose, is goin’ away to¬ 
night or in the mornin’. The ould divil will comeover.the Ridge, perhsps 
late to-night. What’s aisier than to waylay, an’ give him a rap, an’ sind 
him to dirt; an’ fix things for Misther Conn Pfolliet. D’ye see it? 

Bur. That’s the ticket. Didn't 1 te 1 ye to kape yovir oves skinned an’ 
your ears wide open that chance moight favor us? 

0 ’ Br. That’s so Jimmy, sure enough ; an’ we can kill two birds wid one 
stone. Sure the sayin’s true, u The divil takes care of his own.” 

Ear. Then you’re wid me, boys, for Rattlesnake Ridge to-night? 



Bra. Begorra ! we’.l be revenged on the ould divil yet. 
Bur. That we will or me name’s not Tommy Burke. 

O ’Br. Hush 1 man, here comes Conn Pfolliet. 


Enter Conn, r.. 


Conn. Good evening, gentlemen, {goes up and speaks to bar-keeper, and 
gives him package) Have any of you gentlemen seen Ring Foo, this morn¬ 
ing? 

Fasnaght. Vy, here he coomes now. 

Enter, Ling Foo, r. Brady, Burke, and O’Brien, go out through c. n. 

Ling. Loo blett-ee, here I am-ee all-ee sam-ee. Melican man me eall-ee? 

Conn. Yes, Ling, I have something for you to do. 

Ling. Wash-ee? wash-ee? me wash-ee vvvell-ee cheap-ee; one-ee quart- 
ce doll-ee. 

Conn. No, it's not washing; it’s an errand I wish you to do for me. 

Ling. Hlot? 

Conn. An errand, I say. {aside to Ling) I want you to take, this letter 
over to Meiklam’s, and give it to the young lady. ^ {gives letter. 

Ling, {taking letter) Lung lad-ee—all-ee light-ee. 

Conn. You understand do you ? 

Ling. Loo blet-ee—me know-ee all-ee—lett-ee, lung lad-ee—less-ee, me 
know-ee. 

Conn. Be sure, and don’t make any mistake. Here’s your pay. 


{gives coin. 


Ling, {taking) Clank-ee, clank-ee, Lister Conn. Chinaman gole-ee now 
clink-ee. {exit l. 

Dic.k. {opening his eyes) An’ so Misther PfoFiet, you’re goin’ to lave us. 
Conn. Yes, Mr. Mulligan, to-morrow morning. 

Dick. Well, I’m sorry you’re goin’. One thing, Misther Conn, I want 
to tell ye—kape your eyes skinned ; there’s mischief brewin’. 


24 CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 

Conn. I do not understand you. 

Dick. Kape your eyes skinned, I say. Look out for Jim Brady an* 
-Tommy Burke. I don’t know what they’re up to ; fur I couldn’t henr all 
they said—but mind, boy, an’ kapa your eyes skinned, there’s diviltry at 
hand, 1 tell you. 

Conn. Thank you, Mr. Mulligan, I think however, your fears are quite 
,eedless. 

Dick. "Well, well, look out, that’s all. 

Cotin. All right, I shall take care. Thanks for your kindness. Good 
aorning. - {exit c. d. 

Dick. If that young Pfolliet, don’t look out, he’ll git his foot into a trap 
. Jire. Them divils are up to somethin’ ; I only wish I knew what it was. 
"Well, I’ll be on the lookout myself, fur one can’t tell what such murderin’ 
thieves will do in these times. 

Re-enter Ling Foo, highly excited, l. 

Ling. Oh! Oh! Blig flight-ee! Kick-ee! Jump-ee—all-en sam-ee! 
ajiss way ; goll-ee I {they all run out — Ling returns opposite entrance) Meli- 
can man dam fool-ee—mak-ee much blig flight-ee—-all-ee lun out—see! 
{goes to end of bar, and takes up bottle—tastes) Glmn-ee. ( another ) Lum ! 
No lik-ee, to much hot-ee. ( another ) Bland-ee ! No lik-ee bland-ee j 
mak-ee Chinaman feel-ee all-ee sam-ee like a topp-ee. ( another ) Whiss-ee! 
( drinks ) goll-ee! ( drinks ) goll-ee! whiss-ee mak-ee Chinaman leel-ee 
all-ee sam-ee like a h-augle. {drinks) Goll-ee ! 

'They boys suddenly return xoith a lot of others—headed by bar-keeper they go for 

Ling Foo. They take him, by the legs and get him on table; search him, find 

articles of wash, etc. They let him down and kick him about. He finally es¬ 
capes through window R., as scene closes. 


SCENE II. — A street. Night—stage dark. 

Enter Conn, L. 

Conn. Meiklam is not at home to-night, nor is helikely to be ; so I prob¬ 
ably can manage to meet Lola. I must see her to say ‘‘good bye,” lor there 
is no telling when we will meet again. Poor girl, it is hard to leave her 
thus. Ah ! it is bad luck, indeed. Well, well, it won’t do to be casting the 
shadows bef re ; so cheer up, Conn, and be yourself again. Hark! [town 
clock strikes eight) It’s only the town clock ; can it be as late as that! I’ll 
start at once j I won’t keep the dear girl waiting. {goes r. 

Enter Ling Foo, l. 

Ling. Goll-ee! me flnd-ee Lister Conn, all-ee sam-ee. Lilly Miss-ed 
tell-ee me glib liss lett-ee loo. {hands note. 

Conn. Ah! a note from, Lola, {opens and reads) “In the Park at ten 
o’clock. Then I will explain all. Yours, Lola.” 

—At ten o’clock $ very well. Here Ling is something for you. 

{gives piece of money. 

Ling, {taking) Clank-ee, clank-ee, vwell-ee much-ee, Lister Conn. {goes L. 

Conn. Wait a minute, Ling ; are you not going to bid me good bve.'? 

Ling, {returning) Oh! goll-ee! loo blett-ee me will. Goh-ee Melican 
man off-ee? 

Conn. Yes, Ling, early to-morrow morning. 

Ling. But loo com-ee back soon, not-ee? 

Conn. No, not soon—perhaps never. 


15 


CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 

Ling. Oh, goll-ee! Chinaman feel-ee vwell-ee bad; it mak-ee me 
siek-ee all-ee sarn-ee. When Lister Conn come ’gin, tink-ee ’bout-ee 
Chinaman. Me vvash-ee cheap-ee. Shirt-ees, flive cent-ee, pant-ees eight 
cent-ee, much wash-ee one-ee quart-ee doll-ee—vwell-ee cheap lat. Glood 
bye, glood bye. Loo—not flogett-ee Chinaman. Me lik-ee loo much-ee 
all-ee sam-ee. Me lik-ee lily Miss-ee too, loo blet. Goll-ee! vwell-ee nic- 
ee she—all-ee Melican lad-ee nic-ee. Glood bye—don’t fioglett-ee cheap 
wash-ee. Glood bye, glood bye. ( exit l. 

Conn. I have vet nearly two to hours spare. I believe I will walk down 
and see if I can find Flannigan. Why here he is now. 

Enter Uannigxn, r. 

Conn. Hello, Mickey, I was just going to look for you. 

Flan. Faith, I’ve been lookin’ fur you, fur the lasht two hours. Where 
the divil have you been kapin’ yourself any how? 

Conn. Oh, I’ve been getting myself ready to leave early in the morning. 

Flan. I say it’s moighty mane in you to be lavin’ us in this style. 
Couldn’t you manage to git a job about here somewhere? 

Conn. It would be pretty hard, I am afraid. Besides, after all that has 
happened, it would be very unpleasant for me to remain here. 

Flan. Well, well, you’re the best judge about it after all. But it’s 
moighty hard to see you go. Faith, I’d rather attend my grandmother’; 
funeral over agin. One thing I tell you, Conn, kape your eyes on Jii 
Brady. You know he bears you no good will. 

Conn. I guess there is no danger, Mickey. 

Flan. I don’t know about that. He an’ Tom Burke, an’ Curly 0 ’Brien 
are up to somethin’ I amsartin'. There’s divil try in their eyes. 

Conn, (aside) What can these rascals be about that every body is re¬ 
garding them with suspicion? (aloud) Never fear, Mickey, I will take 
care. Come let’s go down town; I have somethiug to tell you. (exeunt r. 


SCENE III.—Same as scene fifth, act first. Stage dark. 

Enter Conn, in boat, l. 

Conn, (coming down"'front) Good’luck favors’me once. Iam here first, 
and have not kept her waiting, (looks at watch) It wants but two minutes 
often ; so I presume she will soon be here. Ah Inhere she is now. 

Enter Lola, r., cautiously. 

Lola. Am I in time, Conn? 

Conn. Indeed you are, darling; you always are ; but do you know, your 
note made me slightly uneasy. I could not imagine why you delayed the 
meeting. I was afraid something unpleasant might have occurred. I trust 
it was not so ? 

Lola. No, Conn, nothing serious has happened. Just as I was ready to 
start, Annie called to see me. I could not go away and leave her alone 
with mamma; neither could I bring her along. So I hastily wrote a line, 
and trusted to Ling Foo’s sagacity in delivering it. 

Conn. Which he promptly did. Your father has not arrived home yet, 

I presume? * 

Lola. Not yet. We do not expect him until quite late. 

Conn. Well, I trust he may feel more charitable towards me when I am 
gone, for your sake at least. 'This is our last meeting, Lola—perhaps for a 
longtime.' And, although it nearly breaks my heart to leave you, yeti 
will not dim those bright eyes of yours with my useless sorrow. I will en¬ 
joy the present. Your love and the bright prospect it opens for me will be 
my guiding star for the future, leading me forward and encouraging me in 


16 CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 

all that I undertake. I will go to work and try to forget the hard times 
which have lately fallen to my lot. Sure, I am young ; my arms are strong; 
my heart is brave. There is plenty of time before me, with a fair chance 
of improving it also; and with your love to cheer me onward, I trust that I 
may soon again be on the way to success. 

Lola. That is right, Conn. You speak like the noble man that you are. 

I need not tell you how dearly I love you ; my actions betray enough. Yes, 
Conn, be assured of my affection and devotion ; and further, that I shall anx¬ 
iously look forward to the time when I may have my father’s sanction to 
our union. I think when he has properly reflected upon his conduct to¬ 
wards you, and sees the misery he has caused me, he will regret having 
acted in so harsh and cruel a manner. However, you must not condemn 
him entirely; his business with the engrossing cares attached thereto, have 
hardened to outward appearance, a generous heart and kindly disposition ; 
but I know he will relent, when he realizes the pain he has caused us both. 

Conti. It must be as you say—at least I think it is. Darling, it is late, I 
know, but can we not take a short row down the river and visit the Glens, 
your favorite spot?—it will be the last time, you know. 

Lola. I should like to very much, indeed ; I would enjoy it, I know I 
would. But do you not observe how dark and black the sky has grown 
within the last five minutes? Hark! ( loro thunder) it is thundering now. 
I fear that a terrible storm is coming on. Besides, father may arrive home 
■at any moment, and not for the world would I have him see you here again. 

Conn. Pardon me, darling; I would be truly sorry to make you suffer 
any more on my account. ( distant thunder) Sure, a storm is coming. 

Lola. And you will get a drenching if you are not careful. 

Conn. And you will not fare any better, darling, if I keep you here 
much longer. Well, Lola, I hope we may soon meet again, though it does 
not now look so. I will leave in the morning and walk to Streeter’s before 
day-light. Should at anytime you want the aid of a friend, you have only 
to trust any bit of news to Flannigan, or even Ling Foo. They are both as 
true as steel. I have kept you here too long already, and will now go. 
Don't worry yourself about me, darling, {takes her in his arms) I'll take 
good care of myself. Good bye, and may. the angels watch kindly over you. 
Good bye. {kisses her) Good bye. 

Lola. God be with you; good bye. ( Conn nets into boat and roivs l.) Be 
brave, Conn, for my sake ; and all will be well. 

Conn. God bless you, my love! Adieu! Adieu ! 

He throws kisses ; Lola returns them. Exit Conn . I.. Lola icatches after him 

as he goes. Lightning and Thunder. 

Lola. (Coming down front) What a fearful night this promises to be. I 
hope father will return soon, {ligthning) Ah ! I must hurry back to the 
house, for the tempest will soon break, {thunder) May this storm as well 
as the storms of life pass harmlessly over the heads of those I love and 
honor. {Exit r.— lightning and thunder. Scene changes to 


SCENE IV.—Rattlesnake Ridge. Stage represents a wild and lonely landscape 
in first grooves. A road runs from a. to b.—trees in front r. and L. Mtd- 
c night—stage dark. Strong wind. Lightning and thunder — Rain. 

% 

Enter Brady, Burke, and 0 ’ Bricn; l. 

Bra. Well, here we are boys; on’ no bones broken naither. Howdy 
saints! how the rain does come down ! Begorra ! I’m w T et clane through to 
me marrow bones. 

O’Br. Murther! how dark it is! Bure, ould Hick himself must be 
abroad on such a night as this. 


CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 17 

.Bret, Where’s the knife? 

j 3ur. Here it is. Lookout; it’s got a divilish keen edge. 

Bra. All right. Now, I’ll try Misther Conn Pfolliet's knife on a piece o’ 
'iraber; you, byes, kape a sharp look out till I come back, an’ if you hear 
t he ould man coinin’ just whissel, “Over the fence is out,” an’ I’ll know 
• t’s him. ( Exit Brady l. 

0 ’ Bncn and Burke, take shelter under trees R. and L. A short pause ensues. 
Bur. IIow are you, Curly? 

O’ Br. Oh, I’m all right. 

Bur. Say, is it rainin’ over there ? 

O’Br. Begorra ! you’d say it was if you was here, {pause) Say, Tommy, 
wouldn’t it be a divilish good joke on us if the ould cuss had gone by already ? 

Bur. Niver tear about that. I’m thinkin’ he'll not be along for a clane 
hour yet, 

O’Br. An hour? howly saints! 

Bur. Faith, we’ll be able to enjoy a nice long shower bath. 

O’Br. A moighty refresh in’ bath I should say it was. 

Bur. {after a short pause) Hey ! Curly, how are you? 

0 ’Br. Didn’t I tell yon once before that I was all right ? 

Bur. Yes, but I thought maybe you was gittiu’ the melancholies, over 
there in the rain, all by yourself. 

0 ’ Br. Oh ! go to the divil, you haythcn. 

Bur. Hadn’t we better whissel ? 

O’Br. Is he coinin’? 

Bur. Not as I hear. 

Enter Brady l., with a freshly cut club. 

Bra. {handling club) There ye are, byes—ain’t it a beauty? Whist! 
what’s that? Och ! it’s only the wind. ( produces a flask of whiskey ) Here 
take a good pull o’ that. {hands to Burke who drinks and hands to O'Brien. 
Bur. That’s the ginuine article, Curly. 

( O’ B inert drinks and gives flask back to Brady. 

O'Br. Hadn’t we better find—Hark! 

Bra. Whist! 

Bur. It’s him. {they secret themselves. 

Bra. What the deuce is he cornin’ that way for? 

Bur. See! he’s lookin’ on the ground, I’ll bet he’s lost somethin’. 

Bra. Hush 1 

Enter Meiklam, l. 

Jdeik. My horse has just cast a shoe ; I must stop and get it. 

Meiklam is looking on the ground as if in. search of the shoe. Brady, sneaks up 
' behind him , with stealthy step and siu fed club in hands. He suddenly raises, 
and strikes Meiklam over head. Meiklam falls icith a groan—in falling is 
struck again by Brady. Burke and 0 ’Brian, come forward and looks at him 
closely. 

Bra. {in a husky voice) I guess he’s done for. Now, we must, fix things 
for Conn. Here’s the buckle,*an’ here’s the handkerchief wid his name on 
it. I’ll lave them drop here. The knife lays close where the stick was cut 
from. Boys we have killed two birds wid one stone, for if Conn Plolliet 
don’t hang my name’s not Jim Brady—mind that. Come, now, let’s make 
ourselves scarce. {exeunt omnes, l. Thunder — lightning—rain 


CUETAIN. 


CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 


IS 


ACT III. 

SCENE I.—Same as scene first, act second. Seated big a table, r., Brady, Burke 
and 0 ’Brien pretty drunk. Dick and others at bar drinking. Fasnaght serv¬ 
ing them. Noise outside. 

Bra. Three beers over here oulcl man. 

Fas. Yah, yah, I come right avay shentlemens. 

Bra. And three more whin those are done. 

Fas. {serving them) To be sure ; to be sure. 

Dick. Well, Jim, the stroike came a little sooner than we expected* 
didn’t it? 

Bra. Yes. 

Dick. D’ye think we’ll Be able to make a good stand ? 

Bra. I can’t say. 

Dick. There’s some quare stories out as to who killed ould Meiklam. 

Bra. {looking up suddenly) Indade? 

Dick. Some think he was waylaid by strikers. 

Bra. Is that so ? 

Dick. An’ others think some one did it w r ho had a grudge agin him. 

Bra. O-hoo! 

Dick. But the worst story of all is that out about Conn Pfolliet. 

Bra. {brightening up) What’s that? 

Dick. Why, they say he left early this mornin’ to go to Streeter’s. 

Bur. Of course ; didn’t he an’ the ould man have a row the other noight ? 
O’ Br. An’ wasn't he discharged ? 

Dick. So I heered. 

Bur. An’ the young cuss is rani spunky too. 

Bra. Of course he is ; an’ killed the ould man because he couldn’t run 
1 wid hi3 daughter. « 

Dick. It looks pruty bad fur him anyhow. 

Bur. Is there any ividence agin him. 

Dick. Yes, they say they found Conn’s knife near where he cut the stick 
wid which the ould man was killed ; an’ a shoe buckle ; an’ a handkerchief 
wid his name on. 

Bra. Whose name? Conn’s? 

Dick. Yes. 

O'Br. That settles him. 

Bra. I always thought the young hot head would git himself into trouble 
wid his foine airs. 

Bur. That’s so; he put it on too thick, I think, try in’ to run wid hi' 
boss’ daughter. 

Bra. An’ the ould man was proud as Lucifer. 

Dick. Well, it’s too bad, anyhow. I’m sorry fur the boy ; and the ould 
man was a big help to the town. I suppose work will shut down now fur 
awhile—till this affair is over wid. 

Bra. Of course. I wonder will they arrest him? 

Dick. Who? 

Bra. Why, Conn Pfolliet, of course. 

Dick. Quite likely. 

Enter strikers noisily through door c. Some go to bar and call for drinks, 
others sit at tables and call for beer. Fasnaght bustles about serving them 
and taking money—much confusion and loud cheering as they drink to the, 
toast, U A successful strike.” Enter Doolan c. d., excitedly. 

Dool. {going to table where Brady and others sit ) Begorra l I’ye found 
you at last. 


CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. jfir 

Bra. Ilillo! you imp, what’s the row? 

Bool. They’ve just brought Conn in ; the constable from Streeter’s, and 
Grab. 

Bra. Hear that boys ? 

Bool. They found him at Duncan’s house; he was just goin’ down wid 
Duncan to go to work. 

Bra. So they’ve caught him have they? 

Bool. Yes, an’ they took him right up to jail, an’ I heered them say he 
would git a hearin’ immadiately an’ be tried lor murdther. 

Bra. Of course, you imp, he’ll be tried. 

0 ’Br. An’ short work, I’m thinktn’, they’ll make of it too. 

Bur. He’ll swing as sure as my name’s Tommy Burke—mind that boys. 
Bra. Come, boys, let’s go down to Murphy’s an’ see what’s goin’ on 
there, 

Exeunt Brady, Burke and O’Brien. Confusion, and noise outside of strikers 

as scene closes. 


SCENE II.—A street in first grooves. 

Entei Flannigan and Annie , r. 

Flan. How does this terrible news affect Miss Meiklam ? 

Annie. Ob, Mr. Flannigan, it has nearly killed her. Her sufferings had 
already been so groat that when this blow came, it crushed her heart en¬ 
tirely ; aud Mrs. Meiklam does not appear like the same woman. v 

Flan. I am very sorry. It is bad news, indade, but the worst of it is 
that Conn has been accused of the murder. 

Anme. Is it really true that Mr. Plblliet has been arrested, and put in¬ 
to jail? 

Flan. Yes, it is true, though I am sorry to say it. 

Annie. But, really, you do not think him guilty? 

Flan. Think him guilty? Fiver a bit; I know that Mr. Pfolliet would 
Diver commit such a terrible deed as that. 

Annie. We must help him out of this trouble. 

Flan. Ah! that is aisier said than done. Things look mighty bad fur 
him, to say the least. But I have an idea, in fact I am sartin in my own 
mind, Conn is the victim of a foul plot, though I can’t make out what it is. 
However, I intind to kape my eyes open, an’ depend on it, if anything 
turns up, Mickey Flannigan won’t be slow in putting it to good sarvice. 

Annie. We must exert our utmost endeavors to assist him, for Lola 
would never get over it were he to be found guilty of this great crime. 

Flan. My interest in Mr. Pfolliet, is the same as yours in Miss Meiklam, 
an’ I think that by combinin’ our resources we’ll be able to save Conn ; 
but it will be hard work for everything is agin’ us. But let’s be goin,’ for 
here comes two of the blackest thaives in the town. ( exeunt l. 

Enter Burke and 0 ’Brien, r. 

Bur. Did ye see who that was wid Flannigan ? 

O’Br. Winthrop’s daughter, I thought. 

Bur. Can it be that Mickey’s gettin’ shwate on the doctor’s daughter? 

0 ’Br. It seems a moighty dale loike it. 

Bar. Don’t you think that’s lookin’ a little too high fur the loikes of 
him ? 

O’Br. I should say it was; but say, Tommy, ain’t you a little afraid 
about Flannigan ? 

Bur. Why? 

O’Br. Don’t you think he knows somethin’? 

Bur. I guess not. 


/ 


20, CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 

- i 

0 ’Br. D’ye see how he watches us loike a cat ? 

Bur. Ilowly saints! man, you’re not gettin’scared, are you? He don’t 
suspect, an’ if he does, we could alsily siud him to dirt. Have you seen Brady 
thi3 mornin’ ? 

0 ’Br. Ho. 

Bur. Lei’s go an’ find him. (exeunt l. Scene changes to 


SCENE III. — Same- as scene third, act first. Discovered Lola in mourning 
garb. Mrs. Meiklam looking very ill—Lola seated r., Mrs. Meiklam l., at 
fire-place. 

Lola. ( Speaking in sad tone ) It is just three weeks to-day, mother, since 
this horrible shadow has fallen over our lives. Sometimes it seems to me 
as if I had just awakened from a (rightful dream; and then again I leel as it 
I should like to die—our trouble is so hard to bear. 

Mrs M. Yes, dear, it is a sore affliction, indeed ; but we must remember 
that He who doeth all things, doeth^them well, and will not desert us, if we 
but trust in him. 

Lola. You will forgive me mother if I seem selfish. But my interest 
with the living, and my anxiety for the fate of another, who along with us 
must suffer, forces me to speak. Great as our misfortune is—painful as it is 
to refer to, yet my heart is filled with wildest anguish when I think of the 
possible fate of Conn, who, I cannot be led to believe could be guilty of 
such a terrible crime. 0, mother, you do not think him guilty? 

Mrs M. No, daughter, and yet I cannot repress the doubts which arise 
in my mind when 1 think of the night of the encounter in which he was so 
greatly discomfited. I trust however that all things will be made plain ; 
and if he is innocent no one shall rejoice more than myself. 

Lola. Oh, bless you mother for those comforting words. It is true that 
at present all things look dark for Conn ; but I cannot, no, no, I cannot for 
a moment believe in anything but his entire innocence. I will trust in God ; 
surely he will not allow the innocent to suffer for the guilty. Something, 
however, must be done, but how helpless w T e are ! (in despairing tone. - 

Mrs M. Yes, helpless, indeed, unless he helps us. 

Flannigan appears at door, l. 

Lola. Come in, Mr. Flannigan : have a seat. 

Flan. You will pardon my intrusion, ladies, I trust, when the object oi 
my visit has been explained. I have news for you which, though it recalls 
melancholy facts, is nivertheless of great interest to us all, no doubt. I am 
sartin that my friend, Misther Pfolliet, is the victim of a deep laid plot. 
Indade, I niver could be brought to belaive anything but the innocence of 
that noble hearted man. The ividence agin him is intirely circumstantial, 
an’ I have made some discoveries of a startling nature. Indade, ladies, I 
trust to be able, before the time set for his trial to fasten ihe crime on the 
real murderers. 

Mrs M. Indeed, please explain. 

Flan. There is one of the miners, by the name of Brady—perhaps you’ve 
heered of him—he was discharged sometime ago for gittin’ drunk an’ incit¬ 
in’ the men to join the strike. 

Mrs M. Yes, I remember the incident. 

Flan. This man—to judge by his words and conduct—had a deep seated 
hatred towards your deceased husband, an’ my friend Misther Pfolliet. A few 
words I overheard pass between him an’ three other miners the day before 
this sad affair, an’ to which I paid but little attention at the time have led 
me to this conviction. Dick Mulligan heard them also, an’ is of the same 
opinion as mesilf. Since then I have been on tlie look-out; an’ to-day 
havin’ occasion to call in at Jim Mackin’s saloon,! found this Brady, stretch- 


CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY . 


21 


ed at length on one of the benches in the rear in a drunken sleep. He was 
muttering in an almost unintelligible tone to himself, an’ I beard enough to 
contirtn my suspicions that he is the one who did the horrid deed. 

Lola. This is, indeed, news. Proceed Mr. Flannigan. 

Flan. I have related my discovery to Misther Sharp, my friend’s counsel, 
an’ he has great hopes of our being able to clear Misther Pfolliet, an’ bring 
the raal criminal to justice. 

Mrs M. 1 hope and pray you may be so fortunate. 

Lola. You are, indeed, a good kind friend. 

Flan. I shall kape a sharp watch on his movements, an’ the first plausi • 
ble clue I get will lead to his arrest. I have stated my discoveries an’ trust 
you will join your sympathies with mine in behalf of our friend ; an’ belaive 
me, ladies, you have my heart felt sympathy in your bereavement. 

(rises to leave. 

Lola.~~ We are greatly concerned in this unfortunate affair. Conn, is in¬ 
nocent, and his innocence must be established. Be assured, therefore, that 
we will render all the assistance in our power. 

Mrs M. And further, if we can be of any service in the way of defraying 
expenses, do not hesitate to call on us. 

Flan. Thank you, ladies. 

Lola , If you see Mr. Pfolliet in prison, cheer him up and encourage 
him by telling him that kind friends will yet come to his rescue. 

Flan. That I will. I will also kape you informed of any further develop¬ 
ments in this sad affair. 

Mrs M. Do, Mr. Flannigan, we will be greatly obliged, indeed. 

Flan. Not at all, Mrs. Meiklarn. Well, I must be going now. Good-day 
ladies. (courtesies and, exits l. 

Mrs M. Having the assistance of such friends as Mr. Flannigan, I think 
we ought not to despair. Come, let us take a walk through the gardens ; iu 
may help to cheer our drooping spirits. (exeunt h. 


SCENE IV.—A street in 1st. grooves. 

Enter Brady, Burke, and O’Brien , L. 

O’Br. How is the trial goin’? 

Bra. Foine ; just as I told you it would. 

O’Br. How long will it last. 

Bra. Till to-morrow noight, I guess. 

O’Br. Will he be convicted do you thini. _ 

Bra. I’ll bet my boots on it. 

Bur. An’ he’ll hang too. 

Bra. Of course he will ; I said so all along. 

O'Br. Good, we’re safe then. How was the ividence ? 

Bra. Purty much all in our favor. Tommy an’ I fixed it though. 

Bur. You’re roight we did. 

O ’Br. What aid ye say? 

Bur. Why, I swore, I heard, Conn say he was goin’to kill ould Meiklarn 
the fust chance he got, and so did Tommy. » 

Bur. Yes, an’ that I seed Conn goin’ towards Rattlesnake Ridge, about; 
ten o’clock the noight of the murder. Then Docthor Wintbrop came up 
roight after me an’ swore he had examined the dead body, an’ made out 
that the ould man wa3 killed about midnight. That fixed it. 

O' Br. You’re the boy. What did McGowan say ? 

Bra. Ho swore about^findin’the ould man lyin’ dead in the middle of the 
road, wid a big hole in his head; an’ about findin’ Conn’s knife, an’ the- 
handkerchief, an' shoe buckle; 

Bur , I think that shoo buckle will settle it. 


4$- CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 

Bra. You’re just roight it will. McFarlin swore about findin’ ould Meik- 
:am dead too, an’ so did Morbray. Doolan swore about seein’ Conn, and 
and the gurrel and the ould man havin’ the racket in the orchard. Jacky 
is a cunnin’ divil you bet. 

0 Br. What did Flannigan, say ? 

Bur. Tiiat’s where the fun came in. He swore he was with Conn on the 
noight of the murder until Conn went to bed, and he came divilish close 
gittin’ mixed up in the scrape himself. 

Bra. Murphy, went clane back on ns, an’ said that Conn didn’t leave the# 
house after eleven o’clock at noight. But the lawyer turned him around 
so, an’ made him say one thing an’ another till no one knew what he was 
talkin’ about. I tell you that lawyer is a cunnin’ rascal, he is. 

Bur. An’ Mulligan, didn't know anything about it at all. 

Bra. Naither did Ling Foo, the haythen. 

O’Br. Was the gurrel there? 

Bra. Yes. 

Bur. An’ if it wasn’t fur the gurrel, I wouldn’t mind it a bit. But divil 
burn me, if I iver want to be mixed up in a murder agin, when there’s a 
gurrel in the scrape, for she’ll be sure to make you wish you were out of it. 

Bra. Iiowly saints! what are you talkin’ about, man ? 

Bur. I don’t care ; you may laugh if you want to. 1 say it is enough to 
melt any man’s heart to see that poor sweet gurrel wid her eyes swelled 
from crvin’, her cheeks pale as death, an’ tremblin’ all over wid fear. An’ 
when it was over wid, an’ they was goin’ to take Conn back to jail, she put 
her arms around his neck, an’ covered his face wid kisses an’tears, an’ they 
had to tear her away from him. I thought I saw my poor dead mother 
.weepin’ over my father’s coffin as if her heart was ready to break wid sor¬ 
row. 

Bra. Don’t go off loike that, man, sure it’s no use crvin’ over spilt milk. 

Bur. I know that, an’ if it wasn’t for the gurrel I wouldn’t care at all, 
that I wouldn’t. Did you iver have a wife, young an’ purty, wid eyes like 
jewels’ and cheeks like roses, an’ did you love her wid your whole heart, 
loike this gurrel loves Conn, an’ did you then see her laid down in her 
grave wid out a minutes warnin’? I had such a wife; an’ when she died 
ten years ago, 1 was an honest man loike Conn Piolliet, widout one black 
mark upon my name. But, poor woman, a fever came an’ took her away 
from me, an’ the next summer my little gurrel followed her to heaven. 
Then, when all that I had in the world was taken away from me—then it 
was that I got as bad as I am now. I tell ye, boys, when you have suffered 
all that Tommy Burke has, when your own heart has once been broken, 
then you’ll have some pity fur a woman’s tears. 

Bra. Come, Tommy, brace up; we’re in this scrape, an’ we’ve got to git 
out of it now. 

O’Br. Sure, man, you’re not goin’ back on us now ? 

Bur. No, boys, I’ll niver go back on you ; but mind one thing, as soon 
as this scrape is over wid, I’m goin’ to clear out of this place. I can niver 
look at that poor gurrel agin. Come, let’s go an’have somethin’ to drink — 
perhaps a dram or two will help me shake off my sorrow, Yes, I’ll stick by 
you, it’s too late to turn over a new leaf now. Yes, revenge is sweet but re¬ 
morse is terrible. {exeunt omnes, k. Scene changes to 


SCENE V.—A court-room. Seated behind a heavy desk, r., Judge Wiseman. 
By a table c., Laivyer, Sharp and Conn—by another table c., the Prosecuting 
Attorney. Clerk's desk, r. c. Brady, O’Brien, Doolan, Flannigan and others 
seated L., conversing together. 

O’Br. (aside to J^urke) How will it go? • 

Bra. He’ll swing sure as you’re born. 

Dcol. Y’e-es, that’s what I think. 


CONN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 

O'Br. Will we have to wait long I wonder ? 

JJool. Why, don’t the Judge begin ? 

Bra. Ivape still, you rascal; they’re coinin’ now. 

Enter Foretnan of Jury, r., also others. 

Judge. Have you agreed? 

Foreman. Yes, your honor. 

Judge. What is your verdict? 

Fore. We find the prisoner guilty of murder in the first degree. 

. {excitement on stage. 

Bra. Didn’t I tell you? 

Bool. So did I. 

Judge, {to Conn) Please stand up. ( Conn rises to his feet) Have you 
anything to say why the sentence of law should not be passed ? 

Conn. Yes, your honor; I am the victim of a foul plot, but by whom or 
for what reason I vvas made the victim, 1 cannot tell. I am innocent, and 
trust heaven will yet recognize the justice of my claim. 

Judge. Conn Pfolliet, you have been found guilty of the most atrocious 
crime which the laws of our country recognize—the murder of James 
Meiklam, one of our most honored and wealthy citizens. The motives 
which led you to Rattlesnake Ridge, and then to commit this horrible deed 
are palpable enough from the evidence which, though entirely circumstan¬ 
tial, is yet of the most positive and conclusive nature. The verdict is just, 
and, therefore, it is also just that the punishment prescribed by law be in¬ 
flicted upon you. Accordingly I sentence you to be hung by the neck until 
dead, in the grounds of the County Jail, on the first day of September, in 
the year of our Lord, 1878. 

{Conn falls back into chair. Much excitementfolioics. 


CURTAIN. 


ACT IT. 

SCENE I.—A prison. Stage represents the interior of a jail in 1st., grooves. 

Conn discovered seated on a couch in middle of cell, looking very dejected. 

Conn. No hope! No hope ! The last ray of hope has died within me. 
In a few minutes I g© forth to die an ignominious death upon the scaffold ; 
but God knows I die an innocent man—the victim of a foul plot. I wish I 
could see the villainy which has been perpetrated upon me; but, alas! I 
cannot. It is all dark to me, and I must leave behind a name stained with 
blood. But I think I could easily die were it not for that dear girl whom I 
love better than life itseif. She believes me innocent, and she still loves 
me. How I long for one more look upon that sweet face, one more smile 
from those ruby lip 5 , one more kiss from the cheeks I never more shall 
touch! {town clock strikes two) What’s that? Two o’clock. I have but a 
few minutes more to live. Hark! I hear footsteps ; it is the sheriff. My 
hour has come. Death and Eternity are at hand. 

Enter Sheriff l. He ihroivs open grated door. 

Sheriff. Mr. Pfolliet, your time is up. 

Conn. I am ready. 

Sheriff. Then follow me. {exit Sheriff l. } followed by Conn , Music% 


CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 


2$ 

SCENE II .— The Gallows. Stage represents an inclosure in the centre of 
which is erected the scaffold with steps ascending to it. Enter Guards R., they 
take position l., of scaffold. They are followed by Sheriff and prisoner — 
Conn ascends the steps without visible emotion. Next come Clergymen, Judge , 
County officials, and invited spectators—lastly enter another detachment of 
Militia, which take position r., of scaffold. Brady, Burke, and O'Brien also 
are present. 

Sheriff. Have you anything to say? If you have please say it. 

Conn, (head up) I am innocent; (head down) I am innocent. 

Bur. Let's git out o’ this ; I can’t stay any longer. 

Bra. What the divil are you tremblin’ so for? Brace up, Tommy; it 
tvill soon be over. 

Bur. Ob, murdther ! let me git out o’ this ; I can’t see it. 

(Comes down front, and sits l. c., with back to the rest. 
O'Br. Begorra! I wish I was at home. 

Bra. Hould your tongue, Curly, or I’ll break ivery bone in your back. 

Sheriff adjusts black cap, and, rope—sees that all is right—steps forward—takes 
out watch, also a white handkerchief which he extends at arms length — sus¬ 
pense—noise outside. “A reprieve ! a reprieve /” is shouted—cheering outside. 
“Hip! hip ! hurrah /” Enter Flannigan hurriedly, followed by Ling Foo —- 
Flannigan gives Sheriff a paper—the latter takes paper an d reads—puts away 
watch and handkerchief. Releases Conn who is embraced by Flannigan who 
makes much ado—Ling Foo, dances with delight. 

Ling. Goll-ee ! Chinaman feel-ee glood—vwell-ee glood, loo blet. 

7 (dances about. 

Flan. Didn’t I tell you I’d save you, and haven’t I kept my word ? 

(Spectators crowd around Conn, and grasp his hand. 

Enter Policeman, k. 

Policeman. (tapping Burke on shoulder) I arrest you, Tom Burke, for the 
murder of James Meiklam. (Brady and O’Brien escape r.) Jim Brady — 
(seeing th r ir escape shouts to people outside) Stop them! stop them I (hand¬ 
cuff's Burke and leads him out, r. 

Bur. (going — aside) It’s all over wid me. 

As they go people on stage and. outside shout, “Down with Brady ! down with 
the strikers! Kill them ! Lynch them!” Intense excitement as scene changes to 


SCENE III.—A landscape in 1st., grooves. 

Enter Policeman l., with Brady and 0 'Bricn as prisoners. Mob shouting 

off L. 

0 'Br. I’m moighty glad we got away from them murdtherin’ strikers. 
I raaly belaive they would have strung us to the first tree, if the militia 
hadn’t come up an’ drove them off. 

Bra. What difference would it make if they had. We’ve got to swing 
anyhow. 

0 ’ Br. But it isn’t such a terrible disgrace to be hung by the officer of 
the law, in the presence of the militia, an’ the judges, an’ the preachers, as 
it is to be tied to a tree, where iverybody can poke fun at ye. O-o! it makes 
me tremble whin I think of bearin’ the wind whistlin’ ’round my dead body. 


CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY. 25 

I tell ye, Jim, it’s more accordin’ to the loikes of an honest gintleman to be 
exicuted in style on a day appointed ’specially for the occasion. 

Bra. Howly saints 1 1 niver before knovved you was an honest gintleman. 
f ' O’ Br. Where are they gr in’ to take us, do you think? 

Bra... It’s my opinion you’ll find out wid out waitin’ very long. 

O' Br. I wonder if we will git a trial ? 

Bra. What the divil do we want of a trial? We’re both of us as guilty 
as we can be, an’ a dozen trials wouldn't make us any more so. 

Policeman. Come, come, can’t stop here all day. 

O’Br. Yes, sur, your humble sarvents. 

Enter Ling Foo, r. 

Ling. Oh,goll-ee! inluch fun ! much fun! Melicnn man mak-ee blig 
flight-ee! yell-ee like the devil all-ee sarn ce. Melican man put-ee rope 
riound lour neck-ees and squeez-ee brleaf out off loo. Oh, goll-ee ! mluch 
fun! loo blct! loo blet ! 

Bra. Git out of this you haythen. 

Policeman. Come, along ; I’ve wasted enough time here. (leads them off R. 

O'Br. (going) Good-day, Misther Chinaman, we’re goin’ to a necktie 
party; am very sorry you can’t go wid us. 

Ling. Whlatlat? I’ll glo long. (follows them. 

Bra. No you won’t, you haythen, you ain’t invited. (kicks at Ling who 
dodges and runs out l. Exit Brady, 0 ’Brien and Policeman r. 


SCENE IV.—Same as scene fifth, act first. Lola discovered seated L. c., sob* 

bivg bitterly. Plaintiff music. 

Lola. Oh I what misery ! what wild agony ! what heart rending anguish ! 
How much longer must I endure the terrible suspense of this hour? What 
have I done to endure all this punishment? Ob! that I could wake up and 
find myself once more the gay light hearted girl I used to be, before this 
dark cioud came over my life! But no—no—it cannot be. My own dear 
noble hearted Conn is dead. Yes, he has suffered for the crime of others; 
and mine must hence forth be a blighted life. Why, can’t I die! why can’t 
I die! (bows her head upon back of seat and sobs violently) Ah ! the river! 

(rises and walking slowly to the water’s edge. 

Enter Annie, r. u. k., watching her. 

Lola. How calm and peaceful it looks ! How smoothly it rolls on, be¬ 
traying no chafe of sand or shoal! Why should not it’s dark deep waters 
burv mv sorrow and grief, and bear me down, a wreck in life’s voyage, to 
the unfathomable deep? (she steps forward. Annie screams, and makes a 
rapid movement towards her) Death will cause me less pain than life. Oh, 
Conn ! there is love even in this act. 

Annie, (coming forward) Lola, dearest, what mad deed are you attempt¬ 
ing now? 

Lola, (turning) Ah, Annie ! 

Annie, (assuming an air of calmness) I have been hunting you for an 
hour—I am so glad I have found you ; you must not stay here by the river ; 
the damp ground and air are dangerous. Come, go back with me to the 
house. 

Lola. Back to that’desolate mansion where nothing but gloom and sor¬ 
row reigns ? Annie, I cannot. The dark waters of the river will cool my 
aching forehead—go you back and leave me here. 

Annie. Surely you will not cast me off thus? am I not your friend trusty 
and true? If you will not go with me, may I not remain with you, to soothe 
your sorrow" 


26 CONN; OR, LOVE'S VICTORY.' 

Lola. You cannot help me; leave me to my grief. 

Annie. No, please. 

Lola. Go, Annie, it is my wish. 

Annie, {aside) I must save her. {aloud) You do not speak like yourself, 
dear; a great change has come over you. Let me help you bear this sor¬ 
row which is crushing your heart beneath it : s heavy burden. 

Lola. Alas! you cannot help me; mv heart is broken—my heart is 
broken ! The river will end my sufferings. {moves towards the water. 

Annie, {holding her back) Lola, dearest Lola, remember your poor 
mother ; this wild act of yours will kill her. 

Lola. My mother ! It will, indeed, kill her. 

Annie. Why then commit this folly? Do not add a fresh wound to her 
bleeding heart, Remember she is old and has borne many sorrow’s. It is 
your duty to live and care tenderly lor her. Time will in a great measure 
heal your sorrows ; do not give vouselfentirely to dispair; kind friends will 
sympathize and bear with you. 

Lola. Annie, you make a woman of me once more. No, I will not crown 
my weakness bv a greater sin. 

Annie. There, you speak like your own dear self again. 

Lola. Heaven forgive my desperate thoughts! 

Annie. Heard you that wild cheering a short time ago ? 

Lola. I heard it not; whence came it? 

Annie. From the town 1 thought. 

Lola. Oh! do not speak of the horrible scene which was enacted there 
this aftenoon ; the thought of it drives me wild. 

Annie. But Lola they were not the shouts of an excited mob over a bloody 
spectacle; they were the long continued cheers of joy and exultation. Do 
you know 1 feel that something unusual is about to happen. 

Enter Mrs. Meiklam r. u. e. 

• 

■Mrs M. I have found you at last. I am so glad. Yru do not know how 
disturbed my mind has been—can you te 1 me v’bat was the meaning of 
those shouts w’hich w’ent up so wildly a little while ago. 

Annie, {looking off) There comes Flannigan ; he will surely know. See 
how excited he is ; how his countenance beams with delight! Surely some¬ 
thing has happened. 

Enter Flannigan L., followed by Ling Foo. 

Mrs M. Mr. Flannigan, for God’s sake explain the meaning of all this. 

Ling. Oh, goll-ee! Chinaman feel-ee like danc-ee all over; feel-ee 
mluch glood, loo blet, loo blet ! 

Flan. Silence! you havthen, an’let a gintleman spake. Ladies, our 
friend Misther Pfolliet, is saved an’ will soon be here. 

Lola. Saved? {for a moment her countenance brightens up) No, I am 
dreaming, {falls back in a swoon. Is supported by Annie and Mrs. Meiklam) 

Mrs M. Her trials have been great but thank God, they will soon be 
ended. 

Ling Foo, l. Mrs. M., l. c. Lola, c. Annie, r. c. Flan, b. 

TABLEAU—CURTAIN. 


TWELVE MONTHS ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE ELAPSED BETWEEN ACTS FOURTH 

AND FIFTH. "1^ 



CONN; OB, LOVE'S VICTORY. 


2? 


ACT Y. 

SCENEI. — Mrs. Mciklam's drawing-room brilliantly illuminated same as scene 

third, act first. Discovered Ling Foo who has been putting room in order. 

Ling. {running about and inspecting things) Lister Conn come back to- 
night-ee. Chinaman mak-ee loom look-eo v\vell-ee nic-ee all-ee sam-ee. 
Fix-ee loom up nic-ee for Lister Conn; .boss fell-ee he, all-ee sam-ee. 
Chinaman lik-ee he—lilly Miss-ee lil^-ee he to loo blet. Gless she moll-ee 
he. Goll-ee! Chinaman lik-ee git mallied too; wif-ee wvell-eo nic-ee, loo 
blet. If-ee Chinaman git mallied, he no eat-ee rat-ee and cat-ee no more; 
he start-ee up wash-ee—cheap wash-ee, vwell-ee cheap, shirt-ee four cent-ee, 
pant-ee six cent-ee, much wash-ee one-ee quart-er doll-ee. But Melican 
lad-ee no lik-ee Chinaman ; tfliuk-ee him too much dlarn fool-ee. China* 
man no glood—no glood. 

Enter Mrs. Meiklam, l. 

Mrs M. Ling Foo, you may put the dining-room in order. 

Ling. All lit-ee—all lit-ee. ( exit r>. 

Mrs M. It is just one year since Conn went away ; to-night he will be 
back again. It has been a long separation for the lovers, and we must try 
to make this meeting as happy as possible. I wonder where Lola stays so 
long; ( looks R.) ah 1 she is coming now, and Aun.e with her. 

Enter Lola a?id Annie, R. 

I 

3frs M. Good evening, Annie; 1 am so glad you have come: sit on the 
sofa awhile, until some more of the guests arrive when your presence will be 
required at the piano. 

Lola. Hasn’t Mr. Flannigan, arrived yet? 

Mrs M. N ot yet, dear, he will probably come with Conn. 

Annie. So Conn is really coming back again ; won’t somebody be glad? 

Lola. Do you mean that for me? Be carefifl Annie, or I will tell about 
Mr. Flanni gan. Mother, do you know that Annie is going to be married? 

Mrs M. Indeed ! who is the happy man ? 

Lola. How innocent! Can’t you guess ? 

Mrs M. I scarcely know where to begin. Is it Mr. Williams? 

{Annie laughs. 

Lola. Mother! Annie will never forgive you for that wild guess. See how 
angry she is; she is blushing to the ears. 

Mrs M. Well, I am sure I can do no better. 

Lola. Oh, dear ! I shall have to tell myself. It’s Mr. Flannigan. 

Mrs M. I might have known that. Allow me to congratulate you, Annie. 
{loud screaming heart l.) Why, what’s up in the kitchen ? 

Lola. I’ll warrant it’s Ling Foo in trouble again. 

Enter Ling Foo l., shaking his hands and jumping about as if in the greatest 

agony. 

Lola. What’s the matter Ling ? 

Ling. O-o-o-o-o-o! Chinaman kill-eed—Chinaman kill-ecd! O-o-o-o ! 

Lola'. What’s wrong—can’t you tell us? 

Ling. Blurn-ee fing-ee ; o o-o-o ! Chinaman die ! O-o-o-o ! 

Lola. Pshaw! he has only burned his finger. 

Ling. O-o-o-o-o-o ! {makes much ado. 

Lola. Shall we send for the doctor? 

Ling. Oh, goll-ee! doct-ee klill-ee me! no bling doct-ee here all-ee 
eam-ee. 

Lola. But we cannot let you die. 


*8, COEN; OR, LOVE’S VICTORY. 

Ling. No doct-ee all-oe sam-ee. Me no die—not mucn-ee ; me all lit-ee 
gin. (runs out r., and returns immediately) Herele doom—herele doom! 

{runs about joyfully. 

Enter Conn and Ilannigan r. Lola comes forward and extends both hands to 

Conn who grasps them warmly. Flannigan shaking hands with Mrs. Meiklam, 

then sits on sofa and talks to Annie. ^ Conn shakes hands with Mrs. Meiklam , 

also with Annie. 

Lola. Welcome, home again, Conn # 

Mrs M. I am glad to see you back again ; you are looking quite well 
indeed. 

* Conn. Thank you both. 

Ling, {comingforward) Me lik-ee shake hands too. 

Conn, {shaking hands) Ling, you here too? How are you? 

Mrs M. I do not know how we should get along if Ling Fooshould leave 
us. He is so handy at anything. 

Lola. And he is no end of amusement. (aside to Conn, and pointing to 
Flannigan and Annie who are deeply absorbed in conversation) Don’tyou think 
they are having a charming tete a tetc? 

Conn. Mr. Flannigan, are you not a little partial in selecting your 
company ? 

Flan. Why—raaly—Misther Pfolliet-- , 

Lola. 1 will explain; you see, Mr. Flannigan and Annie are about to be 
married. 

Conn. Ah ! that explains. Let me congratulate you both. 

Lola. Now that we are all together, perhaps Mr. Flannigan will explain 
how he obtained the reprieve which saved you from an ignominious death, 
and gave you back your liberty. 

Conn. Yes, let us hear it. 

Fean. Sure that story is aisily tould. Ju=t a few days previous to that on 
which the execution was to take place—you see I was at my wits ends to 
know what to do—I stepped in to Dick Mackin’s place, as I had done a 
dozen times before. There were several miners in there, but I p>aid no at¬ 
tention to them until I heard that man Brady speak in a drunken tone to 
Tom Burke. They had some dispute between them. I heard enough to 
satisfy me that they were the ones who committed the crime. I obtained a 
stav of execution, had them arrested, and you all know the rest. 

Lola. And right nobly did you carryout your part, Mr. Flannigan. I 
can never express my gratitude for your kindness, and disinterested friend¬ 
ship in that dark hour of our lives. 

Conn. But for his timely aid, I should not now be enjoying the generous 
hospitality of kind friends. But let us change the subject, {takes Lola in 
his a^ms) Mr. Meiklam, I have a request to make. 

Mrs M. My dear boy, I anticipate vour wishes. Take her and be happy. 
May you ever look on the bright side, and always remember that “The 
darkest hour is just before the dawn.” You have both had a long and severe 
trial; but after all, it ends in a victory for love does it not? 

Conn. You are right. With thanks from my heart, I will always re- 
member your kind words. And you, my dear Lola, what do you sav ? 

Lola, {still in las arms) Ijam happy in the enjoyment of ‘Love’s Victory. 




Ling Foo. 


Mrs. M. Lola and Conn. 


Flan, and Annie. 


CURTAIN. 





Ames’ Plays—Continued. 


N0 * M. P. 

83 Out on the World... 5 4 

53 Out in the Streets. 6 4 

57 Paddy Miles’ Boy. 5 2 

29 Painter of Ghent. 5 2 

114 Passions. 8 4 

18 Poacher's Doom . 8 3 

134 Pomp’s Pranks . 2 0 

165 Persecuted Dutchman. 6 3 

156 Quiet Family..... 4 4 

51 Rescued. 5 3 

110 Reverses... 12 6 

45 Roek Allen. 5 3 

96 Rooms to Let. 2 1 

171 Rough Diamond. 6 3 

59 Saved. 2 3 

48 Schnaps . 1 1 

107 School . 5 0 

133 Seeing Hosting . 3 0 

138 Sewing Circle of Period.. 5 

115 S. H. A. M. Pinafore. 5 3 

55 Somebody’s Nobody .. 3 2 

94 16,000 Years Ago . 3 0 

25 Sport with a Sportsman... 2 0 

79 Spy of Atlanta, 25e. 14 3 

92 Stage Struck Darkey...... 2 1 

10 Stocks Up, Stocks Down.. 2 0 

137 Taking the Census. 1 1 

62 Ten Nights in Bar-Room 7 3 

64 That Boy Sam.. 3 1 

40 That Mysterious B’dle ... 2 2 

38 The Bewitched Closet_ 5 2 

87 The Biter Bit. 5 2 

131 The Cigarette . 4 2 

144 Thekla... 6 7 

101 The Coming Man. 3 1 


NO. 


M. P. 


67 The False Friend. 6 

97 The Fatal Blow... 7 

119 The Forty-Niners .. 10 

167 Turn Him Out. 3 

93 The Gentleman in Black 9 
112 The New Magdalen ..... 8 

118 The Popcorn Man . 3 

71 The Reward of Crime. 5 

16 The Serf. 6 

68 The Sham Professor . 4 

6 The Studio. 3 

102 Turn of the Tide. 7 

54 The Two T. J’s. 4 

7 The Yow of the Ornani .. 8 

28 Thirty-three nxt Brithd’y 4 

108 Those Awful Boys . 5 

63 Three Glasses a Day. 4 

105 Through Snow and Sun¬ 
shine . 6 

Tit for Tat . 2 

Twain’s Dodging. 3 

151 Wanted a Husband. 2 

5 When Women Weep. 3 

Will-o’-the-Wisp. 9 

Wooing Under Difficulties 4 

Won at Last. 7 

Which will he Marry. 2 


142 

4 


121 

56 

41 

70 


135 Widower’s Trials. 5 

58 Wrecked. 9 

147 Waking Him Up. 1 

155 Why they Joined the Re¬ 

beccas . 0 

156 Wig-Maker and His Ser¬ 

vants . 3 

111 Yankee Duelist. . 2 2 

157 Yankee Peddler. 7 3 


1 

1 

4 

3 

4 
3 
1 
3 

3 
0 
0 

4 
2 
1 
2 
0 
2 

4 

1 

1 

1 

2 

4 

3 

3 
8 

4 
3 
2 


0 


Wilkins’ Amateur Dramas. 

Designed for the use of schools, amateur entertainments. etc. This 
volume contains the following plays: Rock Allen the Orphan, or Lost 
and Found ; Three Glasses a Day, or the Broken Home; Mother’s Fool; 
The Reward of Crime, or the Love of Gold; The Coming Man ; The 
Turn of the Tide, or Wrecked in Port; Hash. Reatly bound in cloth, 
price 75 cents. 

Please Rcmeinber that we can fill your orders for any 
play, dialogue book,- speaker, guide book, piece of music, or anything 
in the line of amateur supplies such as wigs, beards, mustaches, face 
powders, paints, colored fires, lightning—in a word, anything you may 
find yourself in need of. We shall be ready to answer your letters of 
inquiry at any time, and invite correspondence. In remitting please 
send a postal note, or a money order, where they can be obtained, or 
small amounts may be sent in one or two cent postage stamps. 

Address A. D. AMES, Pub., Clyde, Ohio. 




























































































LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 



WANTS A COP Y , 

And Should Order it at Once!! 


HINTS TO AMATEURS. 

BY A. D. AMES. 


A book of useful information for Amateurs and others, written 
expressly for those who are giving public entertainments—and who 
wish to make their efforts successful—containing much information 
never before given. Mr. Ames has had many years experience, and 
in this work gives many hints which cannot fail to be of great bene¬ 
fit to all. 


Do you wish to know IIow to act'? 

Do you wish to know How to make up? 

Do you wish to know How to make fuses'? 

Do you wish to know How to be prompted? 

Do you wish to know How to imitate clouds? 

Do you wish to know How to imitate waves'? 

Do you wish to know How to make thunder ? 

Do you wish to know How to produce snow? 

Do you wish to know How to articulate ? 

Do you wish to know IIow to make lightning? 

Do you wish to know How to produce a crash? 

Do you wish to know How to make a wind-storm? 

Do you wish to know flow to be successful on the stage? 

Do you wish to know The effects of the drama on the mind ? 

Do you wish to know How to assign parts successfully ? 

Do you wish to know The duties of the property man ? 

Do you wish to know How to arrange music for plays? 

Do you wish to know Many hints about the stage? 

Do you wish to know How to form a dramatic club? 

Do you wish to know The duties.of a manager? 

Do you wish to know The duty of the prompter? 

Do you wish to know IIow to conduct rehearsals? 

Do you wish to know The best method of studying? • 

Do you wish to know How to make a stage laiigh? 

Do you wish to know How to burn a colored lire? 

Do you wish to know How to make a rain storm ? 

Do you wish to know A short history of the drama? 

Do you wish to know All about scene painting? 

Do you wish to know Maeready’s method of acting? 

If you wish to know the above, read Hints to Amateurs, it will be 
sent you for 15 cents per copy by Addressing 

A. D. AMES, Pub’r., 

Clyde, Ohio. 


Lock Box t02. 





































